Timestopper

[Intro — Orchestral & Symphonic | Include ambient delay guitars] [Verse 1 — Punk-rock & Post-h******e] I hear the corridors of hours collapsing, bronze lungs gasp in their towers above. Pendulums carving their circles around me, their ev-er-y swing, is a cut in my b***d. Is there something rust-ing my body? A metronome deep in my soul? While every heartbeat bargains tomorrow! —will never leave us whole [Pre-chorus 1 — Rap | rap very quickly] [Rap very quickly] These-seconds-fall-loose-through-the-cracks-in-my-fingers, the-clock-maker-laughs-while-the-sigh-lence-still-lingers If too-morrow is bar-rowed then let me defy it, steal seconds-from heaven so they can't deny it! [Chorus] If time is the k***e at the throat of the moment, then why do we sharpen its blade as we breathe? These-hours-still-linger like-ghosts-in-the-rafters, their fingers keep clawing at clockwork forever! [softly whisper] (fingers... clawing... clockwork... forever) [Verse 2 — Punk-rock & Post-h******e] I hear the towers grind their teeth in the twilight, their iron arms reach to c***e out the limelight. Their shadows stretch long through the streets of the dying, where seconds are traded for sorrow by the trying. Why are there these moments of res-pit? Just long enough for the pressure to lessen? ...A pause in the crying —then back to oppression! [Pre-chorus 2 — Rap | rap very quickly] These-seconds-fall-loose-through-the-cracks-in-my-fingers, the-clock-maker-laughs-while-the-sigh-lence-still-lingers f too-morrow is bar-rowed then let me defy it-steal seconds-from heaven so they can't deny it! [Chorus 2 — Punk-rock & Post-h******e] If time is the k***e at the throat of the moment, then why do we sharpen its blade as we breathe? These-hours-still-linger like-ghosts-in-the-rafters, their fingers keep clawing at clockwork forever! [softly whisper] (fingers... clawing... clockwork... forever) [Breakdown — Metal | Scream vocals] Let the tyrants of time hear their clocktowers ringing While the pillars of freedom fall silently screaming Let the seconds run wild through the bones of creation Let the heavens remember the sounds of us reach-in! TIME! NO, MORE, TIME! [Bridge — Orchestral] [Chorus 3 — Punk-rock & Post-h******e] [Sing without screaming] If time is the k***e at the throat of the moment, then why do we sharpen its blade as we breathe? These-hours-still-linger like-ghosts-in-the-rafters, their fingers keep clawing at clockwork forever! [Final Chorus — Orchestral & Symphonic Rock] (fingers) If love was the feel-in I felt in that (clawing) moment then why did it so quickly pass me by? (clockwork) Those seconds so precious, stolen relentless, (forever) say goodbye to my memory —I cried your name through the gears inside me! (through the gears inside me) (oooooh, oooooh whoa ooooooh, whoa ooooooh oooooooooh, ooooooooooh) Through the gears inside of me! (oooooh, oooooh whoa ooooooh, whoa ooooooh oooooooooh, ooooooooooh) [softly whisper] Inside of me.